Monkey: *lies in bed trying to play Angry Birds on phone*Peripatetic Step Cat: *LOVES YOU VERY MUCH OH MY GOD WHY WERE WE KEPT APART HERE HAVE SOME OF MY DROOL AND HEADBUTTS AND THINGS AND THAT IS MY PHONE AND YOU ARE MY MONKEY ALL MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE*

Monkey: *has to pee*Peripatetic Step Cat: *curls up on Monkey's chest and purrrrrrsssss*

Monkey: *makes a break for the bathroom*Peripatetic Step Cat: IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE TRYING TO PEE! I MUST HELP YOU PEE!

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Some of my friends with kids talk about how they don't get to pee alone any more, and I'm like, "Any more? You ever got to pee alone? OH THE LUXURY."

(I might drown, you see. That small room is full of water, and while I am grudgingly permitted to shower alone, if I take too long at it, the littledog sticks her paws under the door and cries. "HELLO MONKEY ARE YOU DEAD? DID THE WATER BOX GET YOU? HELLO?")

Previous Cat used to parade up and down a rather narrow and curved bathtub edge, and then park her fluffy butt right on it, where she could stare at me soaking in the water. Sometimes she would stick out a paw, and pat me and the water.

Current Cat refuses to have anything to do with the wide and spacious ledge surrounding the tub, or indeed, anything in that bathroom that does not involve sitting on mats. She will, however, get between shower curtain and liner in the other bath and *lick the plastic*.